One Night with My Mate

1 The Morning After

Copyright © 2013 by TeeHarper

So this is something that I've been working on while I have writer's block with my other books. I was just bored and suddenly had an idea. If it's liked enough, I'd love to continue it. I have the first 3-4 chapters already. Anayway, enjoy.

Trailer to the side (:

Chapter 1:

Heated, firm, smooth, and breathing. My eyes shot open and scanned the tan muscle beneath my fingertips. My heart literally stopped. I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t… This was so not like me. It had to be a dream. Making sure to keep still so I wouldn’t wake the person beneath me, I turned my head and took in my surroundings. My body was lying on top of a chiseled chest in a king sized bed put to the side of an enormous room. Dark navy paint colored the walls, and a few family photos were hung up near a desk in the opposite corner.  A flat screen TV with multiple movies and games sat in front of a black leather sofa. There were three closed doors; leading where, I didn’t know. A large floor to ceiling window opened up at the foot of the bed. I knew nothing about this room.

          My blood chilled. Panic enveloped my emotions and caused my hands to shake. What had I done? I had never gone out to a party, nevertheless slept with someone from the opposite sex. As if trying to undo what I knew was true, I cautiously lifted up the sheets. I was naked. Oh, my, God.

          A groan brought me out of my frozen state. My head snapped towards the person beneath me. He stirred slightly. His dark brown hair swept over his closed eyes. Even for a stranger he was pretty good looking. There was no denying the beauty of his strong jaw or the slight stubble on his chin. But even then the very idea of what must have gone on in this bed last night made my veins freeze over. I stilled and waited patiently until his breathing returned back to a steady pace. This was bad. Really bad. Like detrimental bad. My mom was going to kill me. Scratch that. She wouldn’t care. She’d be too busy nursing her own hangover to even notice that I didn’t make it home last night.

          My mom was never a really good “mom” figure. She wasn’t the type of mom who baked cookies or gave out motherly advice (unless you’d consider advising your seventeen year old daughter to pull her skirt up higher or buy a push up bra to be typical parental guidance). She was never especially concerned about where I was going or who I was going out with—maybe because she was too busy sucking the face off her newest boyfriend, Rob…or Trevor. I couldn’t seem to keep up with them all. There were just so many.

          My head was pounding, and the light which was cast over the bed from the window caused a sharp pain to radiate through my skull. I was sore in almost every place in my body. I tried to slowly pull away from the man/boy below me, but his arm held me constricted against his side. After carefully placing a pillow between my naked body and his bicep, I was able to wiggle from his grasp without waking him and stand up on the hard wood floor. My eyes widened as I felt an extreme discomfort in my lower area, and my thoughts suddenly drifted to what could have caused it. I found myself glancing back at the lower half of the male in the bed…he was covered by a blanket, but I could still tell that he was pretty big. How the heck did he fit? I couldn’t find my clothes other than my panties, which slightly alarmed me. Where could I have taken off my clothes to the point that I couldn’t find them? In the end I pulled on a light blue and white stripped button-down from the chest of drawers next to the bed and hoped to God that I was somewhere close to home.

          I walked to the door on the right and opened it only to find it led to a long hallway with dozens of doors and what looked like a lengthy staircase. With no clue where I was, or who was here, I decided not to make the walk of shame in only a shirt and my nickers. Instead, I turned for the next door, which happened to be the bathroom, and smiled when I saw a window which could open. It was no surprise that the bathroom, much like the bedroom, was large and adorned with expensive-looking furnishings. At least if I decided to give away my virginity it was to someone who wasn’t lacking in the financial support department. Maybe if I ended up being pregnant I could send him the hospital bills. I chanced a glance back towards the bed and thanked God when I saw a used condom lying on the floor. Other than that little piece of unsanitariness the room was impeccably clean.